Sep. 13th, 2006
As some of the Gentle Readers are aware, last week
naudia found a lost, damp, hungry kitten in our backyard. She brought it in, got it cleaned up and fed etc., and it's been living in a segregated area for the sanity of our own cats while we find out whom it belongs to. (We assumed it--well, she, as it turns out--came from an actual home on account of how well-socialized she is. This is apparently an incorrect assumption, as we just saw three more kittens of similar age rambling around the area. The matter is tabled for the moment, though.)
Yesterday, pictures were taken, because small fluffy things are incredibly cute and what else would you waste pixels on?
"I saw an elephant do this once..."
"The snake is dead. You are next."
"You...will..bring...me...gooshyfood..."
"ZOMG!"
"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille."
Yesterday, pictures were taken, because small fluffy things are incredibly cute and what else would you waste pixels on?
"I saw an elephant do this once..."
"The snake is dead. You are next."
"You...will..bring...me...gooshyfood..."
"ZOMG!"
"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille."